You are taken back to when Frano first meets Sophia, and the spark that started it all.
When Honey is told to negotiate with Alessandro for the return of Camila's sisters, she comes up against a man who thinks sex is the answer to everything.
Matteo continues with his plan to kidnap Thierry, but runs into someone much more important, someone who would stop the Padre from breaking into his room.
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I didn’t know what to do or how to calm Jagger down. He was gripping onto a chair while yelling at Rita to get off the Don. The FBI agent was lying on top of the injured Don, trying to shield him from Jagger. I couldn’t tell whether he was unconscious or dead, the blood coming from his head flowing too freely.
“Get off him!” Jagger yelled again. With his messy black hair and drug-addled eyes, along with his enraged face, he looked like a wild man. Earlier, when I went to get his meal, he had ingested a cocktail of drugs, leaving the evidence on the bathroom sink. I’d found him lying on the floor, screaming at an imaginary Alberto to get off him. I had tried to assure him that Alberto was dead, but he’d pushed me aside and rushed for the door, babbling about Sophia’s sister. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but I knew I had to stop him before he hurt himself. Unfortunately, he’d been far too quick for me, barreling down the staircase like a man possessed.
“Why are you protecting him?” Jagger shouted at Rita.
“Because I care about him,” she replied.
“You can’t possibly give two shits about him.”
“Well, I do. So back the fuck off!”
Rita looked even wilder than Jagger, with her tangled brown hair, her crazy eyes, and blood splattered hands. I was worried she would attack Jagger if he didn’t do as she said, because every muscle in her body was tensing for a fight.
The fear of Jagger getting hurt pushed me forward. I ran in front of him, extending my hands. “Give me the chair, Jagger,” I said.
Already translated. Translated by Veronica Picone
Translation in progress. Translated by Claudio Valerio Gaetani and Viviana Rafaella Gaetani Chinchilla